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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Dec 14, 2011 15:53:38 GMT -5
This is great! I'm loving it. Right off hand everything looks very good!
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Post by Carina Jones on Dec 15, 2011 2:47:07 GMT -5
In case anyone requires a reminder, I do not own Hetalia or Robin Hood Men in Tights for that matter. This is still without a beta. And it's nearly 3am and I am awake because of you wanting to finish this bit Vene so please leave me be now. Anything that isn't English is from Google, feel free to correct.
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And as all of these things were happening in that other part of the Kingdom, Vene (Robin Feliciano Vargas of Loxley) was traversing his adoptive family’s lands. Along the way he had been giving his brother Lovino “Achoo” Vargas a tour of the land. It was really nice piece of land, with lots of trees and a stream with a little bridge over it that Vene loved to sneak out and paint on the sunny days after the rain. Also with them on the horse was Blinkin, the blind masked servant who was Loyal to the family of Loxley.
As they approached Vene’s favorite bridge, Vene frowned. “Whoa,” he stopped the horse. What was that tall beige haired man with the staff doing standing on his favorite bridge, ve~. Unfortunately Blinkin was there so Vene restrained himself from attacking the man for being on his bridge when he wanted to use it, ve~!
“Dismount.” Vene calmly instructed his companions, and they all slid off the horse and onto the ground. He looked back at the others and taking charge he said, “Wait here. I'll go make sure it's safe.”
“Oi, stupido, don’t get yourself killed.” Lovi muttered taking hold of the horse’s reigns.
Vene nodded and then walked determinedly over to the big –dark aura’d - man, and giving him a sunny smile said, “Ve~ I say, would you mind, um, awfully getting out of the way?
The man let out a menacing laugh, “Kolkolkolkol. I say, not until you pay the toll, da.”
“Toll? Ve~ what toll?” Vene’s brow furrowed in confusion. Since when was this a toll bridge?
“The toll you pay for crossing my bridge. You cannot cross without paying.” The man replied pointing at the little bridge and still smiling.
Vene scowled, “I'm not paying any toll. This bridge is on my family's land!” He insisted, “Well, it used to be my family's land.”
“Kolkolkolkol. Used to be means that it is no longer, da?” The man gave him an innocent smile before suddenly coming to a realization, “Haaaaa, That would make you Robin iz Loksli!”
“And whom might you be?” This person knew who he was? Vene forgot about his reputation as Robin of Loxley for a moment.
“They call me Little Dzhon. But do not let my name fool you. In real life, l am very big, da.”
“V-ve~ I'll take your word for it. Now, let me pass, per favore.” Vene said beginning to step farther across the little bridge.
“Haaaaa. Izvinite. Nyet.” One large hand was placed on his chest stopping his forward movement, “You see, a toll is a toll and a roll is a roll. And if we do not get the tolls, then we do not eat any rolls, da.” The big man grinned happily, “I made that up, myself. Is very good rhyme.”
“It's very fascinating, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt you.” Vene replied smirking.
“Oh, da! My pleasure.” Little John replied grinning, “Uill!”
Suddenly a frowning girl with platinum blond hair, walked out from behind the buses on the other side of the little stream carrying over a second staff. So that’s how it was going to be. Vene was going to have to fight for the right to cross this little bridge that should never have been in question to begin with!
The girl, for a girl she was despite dressing like a man, tossed the staff at Vene nearly hitting him in the face. He caught it just in time and gave her a glare, but still he felt he should be polite. “Grazie, signorina.” He said giving her a bright smile. The girl just frowned back at him, glaring.
Over by the horse Lovi was fed up with how ridiculous his little brother was acting. Really Vene could get so stubborn over the stupidest things. He refused to realize that he himself was the same way.
“Hey, Blinkin.” Lovi called, trying to get the masked man’s attention.
The man turned his face in Lovi’s direction, confusion lacing his tone as he spoke. “Did you say, ‘Abe Lincoln’?”
Lovi growled punched the man in the shoulder. “No, I didn't say, "Abe Lincoln", bastardo. I said, ‘Hey, Blinkin’.” He shoved the reigns into the servant’s hand, “Hold the reins, stolto. Chigi.”
As Lovi walked over to the bridge that his brother was standing on, he felt as if there were eyes staring into his back. When he turned around he caught the masked man looking in his direction wearing an odd half amused smile. How the hell did the bastardo even know where he was standing? Lovi was very suspicious, but right now there were other things to attend to.
“Hey Vene.” His brother didn’t even look over from his staring contest with the tall man “Oi, Robin!” Lovi punched the back of his brother’s shin that certainly got Vene’s attention.
Vene winced, breaking eye contact with his foe, “Mi scusi.”
“ No, excuse me.” Lovino sarcastically replied. “Hey look stupido; you don't have to do this. Look this isn’t exactly the Tevere, Feliciano!” He gestured agitatedly at the shriveled stream that was beside him. He was standing within the banks of the river because there was a good foot of room on either side without any water in it right now at all.
He jumped over the little stream to the other side in order to prove his point. “See? I'm on one side,” He jumped back to the first side. “I'm on the other side. I'm on the east bank. I'm on the west bank.” He repeated his little performance again jumping the stream again twice before standing over it with a foot on each bank. “It is not that critical!”
Vene frowned at his fratello, “Ve~ that’s not the point. It's the principal of the thing. That’s what you taught me!”
John nodded, “Da!”
Lovino scowled. He eyed the girl standing behind John who was playing idly with a dagger. His idiot brother was going to get himself killed, “Nice knowing you.”
Vene and his opened stretched before assuming battle ready stances. They exchanged several blows, each blocking the other before suddenly the staves split in half. Obviously they weren’t as well made as Vene had assumed. They each tossed away one half in order to continue the fight.
At this current length they were more similar to a short sword or club and they used them as such until John landed a trick attack onto Vene’s foot. Tears built up in Vene’s eyes as he rubbed his sore foot, his enemy allowing a brief respite, and Vene vowed inwardly to have his revenge. They exchanged another couple blows before the staves broke in half again. Vene frowned in irritation. How were they supposed to fight well with defective weapons!
They threw away half again and started fighting much like they had before, despite the much shorter lengths of wood. They circled around Vene not even realizing as he reached the opposite side of the bridge. He was too concentrated on glaring at his opponent even as they took a quick breather before exchanging blows again and circling back to their original positions. At which point the wood decided that it wanted to break, again.
Lovino rolled his eyes at the ridiculous sight, he thought he heard a laugh from the masked man, but that didn’t make any sense. From the distance he was standing there wasn’t much to let him know what was happening over here…
John and Vene stood opposite each other, looking intently at their opponent. It was fairly obvious that this final exchange would decide it all. They each held their six inch stick with two hands place on either end of the piece. Vene smirked quickly releasing one hand and swinging the stick to land a stinging blow on the back of John’s hand.
John hissed in pain, shaking his hand before returning it to its original position.
Vene struck again this time on the opposite hand, soliciting the same response from his opponent as before. And again he struck, back at the first hand. The fourth time he went as if to do so the man huffed and moved his hands out of range, leaving his head open for one almighty whack.
Then as John reached for his head, the smirking Vene snapped a surprise attack on John’s foot. See how the big bully liked having his foot smacked, ve!
In his surprise the larger man stumbled off the side of the little bridge, landing smack on his back in the middle of the stream. Vene started laughing, take that! However John promptly began flailing around in a panic. Lovi was quickly occupied stopping the young woman from killing his brother.
“Help me! I can't swim!” The large man shouted in a panic as his back hit the water. “YA tonu, o kode I’m drowning!”
Vene started at the large man in surprise, his laughter ending abruptly. John was barely even in the water, and on his back like he was he wasn’t even close to drowning! And yet the panicked babbling continued until Vene hopped down and pulled the large man upright and away from the water.
“Ve~ There, there. You're all right now.” He said, awkwardly patting John’s back as the girl glared at him from where Lovi was restraining her.
“Spasibo, Robin! You saved my life!” John exclaimed smiling brilliantly and pulling Vene into a tight hug. At which the girl renewed her efforts to attack Vene.
It was soon impossible for Vene to get any air and he desperately tapped the large arm entrapping him to gain John’s attention. “What?” The man blinked in confusion and released Vene just enough to let a little air trickle into his lungs.
“Air!” Vene choked out.
“Oh! Sorry.” John hurriedly released him. “Haaaa. I am in your debit.”
“Think nothing of it.” Vene replied smiling.
Seeing as the woman seemed to have calmed down and was no longer ready to kill his idiot brother, Lovi ran over to check on Vene. “H-hey, you all right, idiota?”
Vene smiled and nodded, “Ve~ let me introduce you to mio amici!” He pointed to the masked man still standing near the horses; a blank look replacing his earlier amuses expression. “That is Blinkin,” The blind man somehow seemed to hear them and waved at a random point that was nowhere near where Vene, Lovi, and John were standing. “And this is Achoo!” Vene exclaimed wrapping an arm around Lovi’s waist.
“Bless you.” John replied, reaching an arm over to pat Vene on the back and nearly knocking him over with the force.
Lovino laughed at Vene’s startled expression as he quickly regained his equilibrium. “That's my name, stupido.” Lovi smirked. “Achoo.”
The insult didn’t even faze John. “Let me introduce you to my best friend, da. This is my sestra, Uill Skarlet.”
The girl glowered at them. “Skarliet is my middle name. My full name is Uil Skarliet O’Chara.”
“Ve~?” Vene and Lovi shared a confused look. At a glance from her brother the girl decided to explain. “We are from Georgia.”
“My sestra is deadly with her daggers.” John stated proudly.
“Ve~ Really? How's about a demonstration?”
Lovino glared at his brother. They had nearly had a demonstration already once earlier.
“Gladly.” Will replied smirking. She went back behind the bushes and when she returned she had a bow and arrow, which she handed to Vene. “Fire an arrow, straight at my eye.” She said giving him a flat look.
“Are you serious?” Vene exclaimed. He was deadly with the bow and arrow. Surely she would be killed!
“Absolutely.” Will gave a savage grin twirling two daggers she had plucked from her belt around expertly before standing at the ready.
“Ok… Goodbye.” Vene replied hesitantly, still looking concerned as he fired his arrow as directed.
Before he could even blink it seemed that the arrow was gone. Will’s blades a blur as she shredded it in midair, inches from her face. Vene was stunned.
“Hey? What part of Georgia are you from?” Lovi asked in amazement, “South Central?”
Will smirked, blowing the smoke off her blade before going to put them back on her belt. Unfortunately she accidentally sliced right through it, causing her pants to fall down. Luckily her tunic was long enough to protect her modesty. She glanced over at John, blushing a little as she fixed her clothing.
“I have not quite discovered that part.” She replied with a glare.
“I see.” Vene replied rolling his eyes and turning back to look at John.
“I am sorry about the toll thing, Robin.” The big man said regretfully, “It is because of Prince Dzhon. He has taken our homes and everything we owned. We have nothing left.”
“Not to worry, Little John.” Said Vene, placing a hand on John’s back, “Even as we speak I’m forming a plan to make trouble for our friends Prince John and Rottingham.” He grinned wickedly, “Tonight, I'll crash their party and serve warning that there are those who will to fight to rid England of their tyranny!”
“Good! We will join you, da!”
There was a resounding cheer from Will and Lovi, “Hear, hear!”
Vene however frowned, “No, no, no, no. I can't risk the lives of others. One man can get in more easily than half a dozen.”
Needless to say neither Lovi nor the other two looked very impressed with this statement. However Vene wasn’t going to leave any room for them to come along on his mission.
“Well, I must be off. Fare thee well. I'll see thee upon my return.”
“Ch, Fine idiota. See if I care if you get yourself killed.” Lovi said frowning angrily.
As they waved farewell Vene ran over to the horse and attempted to mount it by taking a flying leap from behind to get into the saddle. Unfortunately it was a monumental failure. He didn’t reach enough height and got a rather painful blow to his nether regions.
Lovi just smirked, as if to say that he knew something like that was going to happen.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Dec 15, 2011 2:58:18 GMT -5
Oh, that was great... I died laughing picturing Russia almost "drowning"
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Post by Carina Jones on Dec 15, 2011 3:01:25 GMT -5
Oh sure, have fun dieing laughing at all this will you! You don't have Belarus glaring at you and playing with the daggers when she knows you're looking because of it!
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Post by Carina Jones on Dec 15, 2011 23:03:24 GMT -5
AN: Turkey and Greece seem to be having fun. France and Vene might need their flirting worked out, but I'm no good at that and is France isn't the best right now... we blame the part. As usual foreign language = Google
~~~ That night the party at the castle was in full swing. Nobles from all over had come to attend and Prince John had spared no expense. (This was likely the reason why the treasury was so low and the taxes so high.) They even had Valet parking, simply hand the care of your horse off to one of the boys and they would give you your ticket and you could reclaim your horse when you left.
Inside the party there was festive music being played by live musicians while one of the castle staff dressed as a mime, was attempting to entertain the Prince and Sheriff. Unfortunately the brunette’s lackluster performance was less than pleasing. The occasional yawn and his distant expression certainly weren’t helping things. The prince and the sheriff were yawning along with him, until finally the Sheriff had enough.
He waved the guards forward, “Kill ‘im.”
“No, wait!” John shouted, he leaned over to the sheriff to explain, “You know, a mime...is a terrible thing to waste.” He said seriously before laughing at his own joke. “Kesesesese~”
The sheriff rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he turned to the guards, “Release ‘im.”
Just then Maid Marian entered the room. The young woman looked loved in a shimmering green gown. Men stared as she passed, but she cared little for their leering. One even had the audacity to lean closer to look at her breasts, “Lovely breasts.” He murmured appreciatively. The pale redhead turned pink with some combination of anger and embarrassment and barely restrained herself from hurting him. Instead she continued forward, passing the others with little regard even as they commented on her beauty and the ladies curtsied as she passed them on her way to the head table and her seat next to the Prince.
“Ch, Oi Marian, you know my bud Sheriff of Rottingham?” Prince John said, looking over at her from his throne, a jerk of his head indicating the blond man who was now standing opposite him.
“You look ravissante, ma chérie” He said, walking over, “Please, allow moi to ‘elp you to your seat.” He expertly seated Marian and kissed her hand. John grinned over at him as he remained beside Marian’s seat. “I must say that Prince Jean ‘as spared no expense for tonight's parti. We ‘ave exotic foods from across the seas; coconuts, bananas, and” He said gesturing at the spread on the table, never looking away from Marian. Still wearing that same charming smile, he picked up the silver tray of dates and held them out to Marian. “…Dates. Would you care for a date?”
“Yes, thank you.” She reached out to take one of the fruits from the tray, but he pulled it back before she could reach.
He leaned closer, “‘ow about next Thursday? Ohonhonhon.” He said leering at her. Marian looked distinctly un-amused and discretely kicked him under the table. He hissed in pain before backing off and shooting Marian a dirty look.
The exchange was ended as the doors suddenly slammed open, smacking the guards behind them into the stone walls.
“Good evening.” Vene said with a bright smile as he walked into the room, a dead boar hanging over his slim shoulders.
“Zat's ‘im! Zat's ‘im!” The sheriff hissed to John from his place next to Marian, “Zat's Loxley!”
There were gasps of surprise from the other guests and the servants as they realized who exactly this man was who had come to crash the Prince’s party. Vene confidently stepped forward, allowing the doors to slam shut behind him, the guards slumping to the floor as the doors no longer held them pinned to the walls.
John looked uncomfortable, fiddling with the golden goblet that he had been drinking from as Vene strode directly over to him. “Ve~ Greetings, Your Highness.” He said with a short bow before taking the pig and dropping it down onto the table in front of him where it landed heavily.
“Traif.” Muttered John staring at the pig.
“A present for you and your guests.” Vene exclaimed smiling while gesturing first at John and then at the others assembled in the room.
“Zat's a wild boar!” exclaimed the Sheriff.
“Ve~ No. That's a wild pig.” Vene corrected nodding solemnly and pointing at the pig on the table, then he pointed to Prince John and smirked, “That's a wild bore.”
The guests gasped at his audacity. Who would dare to speak to the Prince like that!
“Funny.” Growled out the prince, never accepting slights against his awesome. “Very amusing.” Vene gave a slight bow, still smirking as the albino’s eyebrow twitched. “So you're Robin of Loxley, Ja?” Vene gave a more formal bow.
“Oh, I've heard so much about you.” Said Marian giving him her best smile, knowing it would irritate John and the sheriff.
Ve~ and who are you, bella donna.” Vene said shifting closer to Marian and sitting on the table.
“Maid Marian.” She said with a light blush.
“Ah! Maid Marian. Rumours of your beauty have travelled far and wide. Yet I see they hardly do you justice.” He took her hand and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand, never looking away from her eyes. Marian blushed a darker red and looked down at the table.
“Quite a smoothie. He's definitely a smoothie.” Muttered John frowning.
The sheriff started spluttering in outrage. How dare he flirt with Marian! “Enough!” He shoved Vene apart from Marian, “King illegal forest… to pig wild kill een eet a is!”
Vene blinked over at the man who disrupted his playful flirting. “What?” The same question was echoed by Marian and John.
The blond haired man shot Vene a dark look. “I mean, don't you know? Eet ees illegal to kill a wild pig in ze king's forest!”
Vene rolled his eyes at the ridiculous man, “Is it not also illegal to sit in the king's throne and usurp his power in his absence?”
Again the crowd gasped looking from Robin to the Prince.
“Careful, Robin! You go too far. Kesesese~” The albino smirked, the little bird on his head peeping along with his laughter.
“Ve~ But, I've only just begun!” Vene chirped brightly.
John frowned in irritation. This pest was ruining his awesome party!
“Ve~ I'm warning you, if you don't stop levying these evil taxes l shall lead the good people of England in a revolt against you.” Vene stated turning away from where he was facing the Prince to look out over the other people.
“Kesesesese~ Und vhy should de people listen to you?” John challenged.
“Because unlike some other Robin Hoods I can speak with an English accent.” Vene smirked glancing out over the audience. The crowd nodded in agreement, obviously seeing the sense in such an argument.
“To tell you de truth, this guy's starting to get on my nerves!” John ground out, looking over at the sheriff.
“Worry not, Your ‘ighness.” The sheriff said, leaving his place beside Marian’s chair and striding confidently around the table behind Vene –who was taking a drink from the Prince's goblet – tossing his luxurious blond hair. “I shall dispose of zis feathered upstart.” He turned to face Vene as he reached the other side of the table, “I challenge you to, a duel.” He said, taking off his glove and smacking Vene across the face with it. The crowd gasped.
John smirked, now this is what he was talking about. He hoped it would prove to be more entertaining than the mime from earlier.
“Ohonhonhonhonhon.” The sheriff laughed looking smug, assured that this time he would be the victor.
Vene calmly put the golden goblet down and picked up a heavy gauntlet that was lying on the table. Having no glove of his own, he used this to smack the sheriff across the face as he declared, “I accept.”
“Mon Dieu! Mon beau visage!” Exclaimed the blond in horror feeling his face and before shooting an angry glare at Vene from where he had landed on the floor, “Zat's going to cost you, Loxley!”
Vene smirked again. He was having a really good time. “Please put it on my bill.”
“So eet's come down to zis, ‘as it?” The French man said angrily, “A fight to ze death. Mano a mano, man to man. Just you and me… and my...” He paused for a moment grinning wickedly as he pulled out his secret weapon, “guards!” Vene nodded along with the statement until the end, that wasn’t very fair. The sheriff quickly dashed away, rounding the corner of the table to get away from Vene.
Vene pulled out his sword and prepared to face off against the guards as the crowd cleared out of the way of the fighting. He took on three guards at once, blocking their blows and knocking on onto the table.
That was when John decided that it was time to make an awesome tactical retreat. He raised his arm to signal a servant, “Check please, table ein.” He gave the ok symbol as he saw his request carried out.
Meanwhile Vene was still fighting the guards and had moved over near one of the staircases leading up to the higher level. He quickly dashed up a few steps to secure the high ground.
Marian watched the fight with interest, noting that Vene was a very skilled fighter, he had taken on a number of guards by now and not one had been able to get close to him.
Vene looked beside him and noticed that the ropes that held up the chandeliers where next to the stairs and that there was a chandelier conveniently located above the five guards he was currently trying to outwit. He smirked as he quickly sliced through one of the three ropes. He wondered why he didn’t see it starting to move and why the guards were looking at him like he was crazy. However he soon discovered why as the heavy metal landed solidly around his shoulders. Knocking him to the ground, while the guards laughed and Marian looked on with horror.
It looked like that could be the end of Vene, but luckily he had and ace in the hole. Just then the doors were slammed open, momentarily stunning the guards who were in front of them, and in stormed Vene’s companions. Lovi, Blinkin, Little John, and Will, all four of them looking ready to take on the world to defend their friend… Well except Will who looked a little reluctant, but if Little John was in she would follow his lead.
It was at this point that John became truly worried. “Scheiße.” He muttered quickly sliding beneath the table. While Lovi, Little John, Will, and Blinkin charged to Vene’s rescue – the masked man tugged along with Lovi when he failed to start charging with them right away.
The guests all hurried to escape out the open door rather than get caught in the fierce fighting as the arrival of the four extra fighters served to turn the tide of battle again. Vene parried the guards blow for blow as they backed him up the stairs, shoving them and causing them to fall before sliding down the banister – with only a slight giggle – and continuing on to fight more of the guards. Neither he nor the others noticed a pair of intrigued green eyes, belonging to the earlier mime, watching them with the other servants from behind the stairs.
Suddenly the masked servant approached Vene while he was fighting. “Refreshment, sir?” (The hiding green eyed man smiled seeing the masked man.)
Vene assessed the situation and, determining that he could manage this latest attack with less than full attention, replied, “Thank you, Blinkin.” Taking the tankard from the servant’s tray and having a drink with one hand while he parried blows with the other.
The masked man smiled as he held the tray, his face turned away from the fighting, “Sounds like we're winning, sir.”
“Indeed we are.” Vene replied placing the tankard back onto the tray, “Carry on.” Blinkin nodded and walked away, waving his sword - apparently at random -, as he walked through the fighting. Somehow he managed to avoided hitting any person, be they friend of foe.
The sheriff made his way over to Prince John both of them trying to hide behind the table to stay safe, “Save me! Save me! Hurt them! Hurt them!” He instructed his ally urgently.
“Save zem, save zem! Hurt you, hurt you! I've got eet.” The man replied distractedly, while watching the fighting.
“Idiot.” Prince John growled before slipping farther behind the table.
Meanwhile Blinkin had finally hit something with his sword. The blind masked man was ferociously fighting with a wooden support column. He smiled a little as he heard quiet laughter from behind the barrels nearby.
“You remember your instructions?” The masked man quietly questioned the laughing servant.
“Naí. I will meet you where you said.” The sleepy green eyed brunette replied.
“Good.”
This quiet exchange took place without the masked man’s ever having ceased his attack on the offending column.
Over by the tables Vene was fighting another guard and he had been backed against the table. He noticed it held fruit and he grinned savagely, reaching down and grabbing a half of a melon with one hand. “Care for some dessert?” he shoved the melon onto the other man’s face forcing him to close his eyes and retreat from the unconventional attack.
Suddenly there was a shout “Archers ready!” Vene looked over and saw a few archers standing at the top of the stairs, their aim on him. “Fire!” He quickly rolled off the table and underneath it, using it as a shield. It just so happened that this was where Maid Marian had decided to hide as well.
“Maid Marian!” Vene looked over at the redhead and said teasingly, “Ve~ Do you believe in love at first sight?”
She gave him a slight smirk, “Depends on what you're looking at.”
Vene laughed lightly at her reply. Just then a foot appeared next to the table and Vene slammed his sword’s hilt down on it. As the man hopped away Vene turned back to Marian, “We’ll have to finish this conversation another day, bella donna.” With that he rolled out from under the table and rejoined the fighting.
As Vene departed Broomhilde made her way under the table, “Miledi, I'm so glad I found you. Come with me. This party's getting rough.” She said, taking Marian’s hand and beginning to lead her to a safer place.
While Vene fought his way up the other staircase in the room, Blinkin continued his unrelenting attack on the column that had offended him. Or maybe it was the brunette behind the barrels who kept throwing out vague insults that the column had apparently said that kept him going and snickering… at any rate the column had been carved down a few inches where Blinkin was attacking it. Should it continue much longer he might manage to cut through it entirely. He took a moment to catch his breath and suppress his mirth at the latest ‘insult’ from the column and then continued his attack.
In another part of the room, an archer attempted to sneak up on Vene, however he failed to notice Will. She twirled her daggers in preparation and then hurled them pinning the man to the wooden door behind him. She took her time walking up as he struggled to escape and when she got to him she pouched him in the face. Then she smiled in satisfaction as he dropped like a stone when released. “Am I good? I am exceptional.”
“Bar ze doors! Don't let zem get away! Surround ze great ‘all!” the sheriff suddenly stood and shouted, finally seeming to regain some courage and control of the situation, while the king cowered behind him and the table still.
“Kesesese~! Now you're talking!”
The guards quickly shut and barred the main door with a heavy wooden beam that it took seven of them just to lift. Marian and Broomhilde watched in horror from a safe corner of the room they had found. Even Vene looked worried as he saw the bar drop into place and fully armored guards charge in the room from every other entryway to form a line around the perimeter, clanking with every step. The noise was nearly intolerable.
“I hope it's worth de noise!” John shouted giving the blond an irritated look as he covered his ears.
Vene was caught on the stairs and his friends were being backed into a corner near the main door by the guards.
“We got him! We got him!” Prince John cheered.
It was then that another rope on the wall caught Vene’s attention. He smirked taking the rope from its peg, stepping onto the banister, and looking at the rope carefully. “Right rope.”
He swung across the room; feet out ahead of him and hit one of the armored guards squarely in the back. As he tumbled forward he started a domino effect by hitting the man directly in front of him, and on and on this continued until with a loud clang all of the armored guards were on the floor struggling to figure out how to get back to their feet. Marian and Broomhilde cheered, always happy to see something bad happen to the irritating sheriff and Prince John.
“Look at dis!” Prince John shouted angrily gesturing around the room “Ve vent from royalty to recycling!”
The sheriff winced. He was going to be in for it later.
Vene joined his friends by the main door. “Little John, Would you get the door?”
“Da. I will try.” The big man turned around and single handedly worked to lift the heavy beam that was barring the door. While he did that Vene turned and smiled brightly at the remaining people in the room.
“Ve~ it’s been a wonderful party, and we'd love to stay and all that... but, ve~, I'm afraid we really must dash. So addio!” Vene finished waving at the guards in front of them.
Then with a grunt Little John tossed the beam at the guards, knocking them all to the ground. They gathered up their things and turned to leave, Vene looking over at Marian and giving her a wink and blowing her a kiss. Marian blushed, but Broomhilde reached out and ‘caught’ the air kiss.
“No, no, no.” She said sternly shaking her head. Marian sighed. Broomhilde was no fun sometimes.
And with that, Vene and his Merry Band, departed the castle to go to Sherwood Forest.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Dec 17, 2011 5:52:46 GMT -5
I love it... Really makes me wonder what Greece and Turkey are planning. Everything seems spot on. I like it.
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Post by ionakirkland on Dec 17, 2011 14:08:52 GMT -5
XD Epic fight scene. Just epic. *still laughing*
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Post by Carina Jones on Dec 17, 2011 14:11:36 GMT -5
I'm glad you guys like it ^-^
Thank the DVD for the fight scene xD *hugs Robin Hood Men In Tights DVD*
Greece & Turkey are still working out the exact details of what they're plotting, but they have the general idea of it set... Hopefully they'll have it all sorted out by the time Turkey wants to explain everything...
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Dec 17, 2011 14:15:04 GMT -5
This is awesome. I was telling a friend of mine about it, though she probably wouldn't find it funny yet, I haven't had time to drag her into the hetalia universe. Soon though hopefully.
That sounds slightly dangerous... I hope its fun though. I hope its all sorted out too, I wanna know what Turkey has been hiding all this time.
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 1, 2012 23:02:12 GMT -5
And Finally, the next part!
It was a few weeks after Vene brought the fight to Prince John at the party that the next part of Vene’s plans came together. Vene asked Little John to gather the very best men from the surrounding villages to organize a revolt against Prince John. Little John, Will, Lovi, and Blinkin were already waiting for him on the little stage they had constructed in front of the benches of villagers.
Little John turned to Vene with a smile, “I sent world throughout England, that each village should send the very best they have, da.” He gestured to the dirty and ill suited villagers that were gathered in front of them, “These are them.”
Vene looked around, watching them for a moment. The ones that stood out most to Vene were varied. There was the bored looking man with pale blond hair who was frowning as he stared into the middle distance. The tall man with hair of a much brighter blond whom it appeared that everyone else was avoiding save the smaller blond man who was sitting pressed to his side and chatting animatedly before cringing every time the other looked at him. A pair that he would guess to be squabbling siblings a girl with apple red hair and a boy with blond hair and then …. And then there was the couple in the back that he was pretty sure were making out. Change that, definitely making out back there…
“GET A ROOM!” shouted a young woman in the crowd with shoulder length light brown hair and an interesting black, yellow, and red striped headband.
The young man made a rude gesture in the woman’s general direction before he and his partner walked off to find a more secluded spot to make out.
“Ve~, we’re in a lot of trouble.” Vene said wondering how he could train all these people and bring them together as a famiglia in such a short time frame. Vene strode to the front of the little platform to gather their attention. “Ve~, Good people, who have travelled from villages near and far, lend me your ears!” He called out, his arms out to his sides.
All of a sudden each village person removed a false ear from their person and pelted them at Vene. Someone had obviously planned this outrage. Vene heard a quiet laugh from Will and he shot her a quick glare his arms dropping to his sides.
“Oi! Don’t throw nasty things at my Brother!” Lovi shouted at the villagers livid that anyone would dare to do something like that to his brother. Damn it the only one allowed to be mean to his brother was him!
“That's disgusting.” Vene said. His face was scrunched up in disgust as he turned back to the crowd who were quailing in fear under Lovi’s vengeful gaze. “Ve~ it’s ok Lovi, it was only a joke.” He whispered to his fratello. Lovi huffed and crossed his arms, he was still glaring, but it no longer had the power to make a person spontaneously combust.
Vene nodded with a pleased little smile and then turned back to the villagers again. “Hear me! Men like Prince John and Rottingham must be stopped!” He said firmly. “Stopped from taxing us into poverty! Stopped from taking from us what is rightfully ours! If we stand up to them, all together as one, we can win the day!”
Each statement was greeted by cheers from the villagers assembled before him. Vene held his head high and started to speak with a solemn dignity, “We shall go on to the end. We shall not flag or fail. We shall fight on the seas and oceans.” As he spoke he didn’t notice his English Accent slipping into something more resembling Winston Churchill, whom he was quoting, rather than Robin Hood. The villagers looked around in confusion.
“We shall defend our isle, whatever the cost may be. We shall never surrender. Then they shall say of us: ‘Never have so many owed so much to so few’.” By the end he was striking a rather dramatic figure if he did say so himself, but his reverie at finally completing one of his dramatic speeches was broken by the snores he heard from the crowd. He sniffled a little before uttering a distressed “Ve”.
“That was beautiful.” Blinkin said to Achoo smiling brightly and putting an arm on his shoulders, “What's going on?”
“They're asleep.” Replied Lovi, scowling at Blinkin and then giving him a kick in the shin. Lovi scowled even more deeply when Blinkin barely grimaced for a moment before his face returned to its bright smile.
Lovi took a step forward and put his hand on a distressed Vene’s shoulder. How dare these people make him look like he was going to cry?!
“C-chigi. O-Oi, Veneziano, this is a bad crowd, why don’t you let me talk to them for a minute.”
“V-ve,” Vene looked at his brother his eyes shining with unshed tears, “Y-you would do that fratello?”
Lovi blushed lightly at the adoring look in Vene’s tear filled eyes, “O-of course, stupido!” He said, lightly cuffing Vene on the head.
Vene gave him a trembling, but bright, smile. “O-ok Lovi.” He stepped back, allowing Lovi to stand at the center of attention. He wondered why Blinkin was rubbing his shin like that…
“Chigi.” Lovi sneered, putting on a fake pair of glasses and looking at the people who were clearly faking sleep, “Look at yourselves.”
Startled by the sudden sounds of Lovi’s voice the villagers jumped and stopped their feigned snores.
“Go ahead, take a look around.”
Bewildered they looked around, unable to figure out where he was going with this.
“People of Sherwood, you been had! Hoodwinked! Bamboozled. Run amuck!”
At each statement the people again began to get into things shouting their agreement a little louder each time.
“We didn't land on Sherwood Forest. Sherwood Forest landed on us!”
The people looked confused, but took it for the rallying cry it appeared to be and cheered even louder than they had before.
“Ve~ Lovi’s very good at this.” Vene said, shooting his brother another admiring look.
“Ch, the idioti should be ready to listen to you now, Veneziano.” Vene grinned brightly and nodded. “Ve~ Fratello Achoo is right. And I say we fight back!” He called out, the villagers cheering their approval. High on this success he continued “Are you with me? Yea or nay?”
“Which one means yes?” Asked the apple haired girl as the villagers glanced around at each other in confusion.
“Yea.” Vene sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Yea!” The villagers finally shouted all together. Vene gave a little satisfied smirked. His new Famiglia was coming together after all.
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“Ve~ everyone grab your uniforms and equipment and prepare for the training sequence.” Vene said, looking down the line the next morning, checklist of names in hand as he marked each person off.
“All right, gentlemen and Ladies,” There was a slight smirk and as the masked servant tagged on the word ‘ladies’ just as the girl with the headband came into view, “Grab your fedoras… bodkins… boots...swords... quivers... and pantyhose!” As he named each he gestured to the area on the table which contained each item. Each pair of pantyhose was removed from its plastic egg shaped container and carefully handed to the new member of the Famiglia. The pantyhose were an opaque black with grey pinstripes and matched the fedoras and vests that they were being provided. Their shirts were all well pressed and clean white.
Soon all of the new recruits were lined up in front of the archery targets and Vene was instructing them on what they were intended to do.
“Now, the object of this exercise is to hit the target.” He said before turning and preparing an arrow to fire, releasing it straight into the center of the target. Bull’s-eye!
The new recruits quickly took their places and joking to each other about how easy it looked. However they were soon proven wrong.
Vene looked on unimpressed wondering how this was ever going to work.
The brother of the apple haired girl had worn his quiver inappropriately and could not manage to reach his arrows and the apple haired girl herself failed to release the arrow allowing the string to snap back and land a stinging blow on her arm.
The big man that everyone had been avoiding managed to snap his bow in half
– Vene made a note to find one more suited to someone of his strength -
While his smaller companion somehow managed to make his arrow fly backwards into another of the inestimable number of inept recruits
– It wasn’t any loss really he had somehow managed to put his vest on backwards, ve! -
The girl with the headband managed to pull her flexible bow so far back that the arrow was no longer touching the wood and the string (and arrow with it) were far behind her. (Making her a danger to herself more than any potential enemy.)
The only one displaying any amount of skill at all was the pale haired man with the bored look, although Vene thought he saw a glimmer of pride in that gaze. That man was trained to fight; obviously his village had made the appropriate choice.
Vene could only hope that they would do better at the next exorcise.
“Now, this time keep your eye on Will, and do exactly as she does.” Vene said with a firm nod, to the recruits who were not mounted on horseback. He was standing with the rest of his close companions on the hay wagon they were using as a viewing platform with Blinkin sitting on the edge, looking in the opposite direction of everyone else. Lovi shot an irritated glance at the man. It was like he did it on purpose, too well planned to be real…
Will, frowning in irritation, gave a slight nod to Vene before giving a short sharp phrase in Russian and urging her horse into action, leveling her spear at the mounted can head dummies.
As she rode Vene and the others followed her with their gazes, heads turning to the right from the left. Lovi nearly snarled as, in perfect timing, the masked servant turned his head to the direction Lovi and the others had been facing before. There was something suspicious about that servant and damn it all if he wasn’t going to find out what!
Will charged and expertly knocked the dummy clean off its mount before circling back to the stands. The others, paying no attention to Blinkin’s odd behavior, cheered her good performance. Will gave a slight smile.
“Va bene, Will! Well done!” Vene Cheered
“That was wonderful, sestra.” Added Little John, giving her a light pay on the head as she passed by them.
Again the village people were convinced that it would be easy…
“That's not hard.” Said the apple haired girl.
“We could do that.” The smaller blonds said, nodding at his intimidating friend.”
“Piece of cake.” The girl with the headband said with a smirk.
“Ve~ Ready?” Vene called, raising his sword. The recruits nodded. Vene smirked and lowered his blade shouting “Charge!”
With excited shouts the recruits charged at the dummies, spears leveled, faces determined. And then as they approached each and every one, save again that one pale haired man, were knocked off their horses by the dummies spears. Vene looked up to the heavens as if to ask Dio why they were so stupid clutching at his head. He was fairly sure he heard the pale haired man laugh slightly as he knocked the dummy cleanly off its mount as Will had done.
“Ch, Vene, maybe we should take the dummies into battle.” Lovi snidely remarked.
Vene smiled and gave a short laugh… and then… He raised a hand to his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully. He wondered if that could really work… Maybe if he…
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 1, 2012 23:31:45 GMT -5
Oh Blinkin, you're making Lovi so paranoid!! XDDD *snickers*
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jan 1, 2012 23:59:31 GMT -5
This is great! I love it all. An yes, blinkin is bothering Lovi....probably on purpose knowing him. All the characters seem perfectly in character. Good going!
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Post by Heracles Karpusi on Jan 2, 2012 0:03:50 GMT -5
*dies of laughter* this is gold right here. Great job!
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 0:18:49 GMT -5
^-^ I'm absolutely loving working with the interaction between Lovi & Blinkin. But I think Lovi'll be getting him back for it with interest or at least trying to. I'm glad you guys like it.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jan 2, 2012 0:22:00 GMT -5
Lol, thats not suprising. They seem to live to piss each other off.
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